Thirteen original files that saved a company and ended a marriage.

The paper was rough against my fingertips.

I looked at the empty space on the wall where Aaron’s framed business magazine covers used to hang.

I had taken them down three weeks ago.

I thought about the four years I had spent shrinking myself to make him feel tall.

The four years of nodding at dinners while he explained my own financial strategies to our friends.

The years of letting him believe he was the only architect of our fortune.